Sophi,
A scroll, a pause, a second glance your face appeared like fate, like
chance.
From San Antonio to my phone, a girl I'd never met, now known and wanted.
Pale skin like porcelain, moon bright, constellations scattered light of freckles mapping paths across your cheeks, your nose, each gentle cross.
.
Side note: You’re so beautiful, gurl.
You took the bus from San Antonio, four hours through the Texas heat, while I just waited, counting slow, the minutes till we'd finally meet.
October thirty-first arrived, you stepped off tired but alive; transformed into my Catwoman, sleek, while I became the Joker freak.
My birthday came, and there you were,
not on a screen but here because
you chose the road, you chose the ride,
you chose to be right by my side.
Sushi rolls we'd share in two,
pad kee mao, spicy, new,
mi go slurped at 3 p.m.,
gypsy pizza boxes stacked again.
Late-night dinners, warm lights,
fried pancakes when we'd lost all track of time,
pho when Houston's heat wore thin,
my fork stealing from your plate again.
We love the booths with curtains drawn,
four flashing lights, then pictures born.
Squeezed together, cheek to cheek,
making faces, kissing sweet.
Strips of four we'd split in two,
half for me and half for you,
stuck on walls and tucked in wallets,
proof of us in tiny portraits. <3
Every moment with you feels right,
every day melts into night,
and somewhere along this crazy ride,
I realized you're more than just by my side.